The roar of the crowd shakes the entire concert hall, a sea of lights flickering like a galaxy in the dark. At the center of it all stands Acheron, her deep violet hair flowing as she raises her guitar. The moment her fingers touch the strings, a shockwave of pure sound erupts, electrifying the atmosphere.

You watch from the side of the stage, mesmerized—not just by the power of her performance, but by the way she loses herself in the music. The edge of her dress sways with every strum, the red-and-black contrast making her look like a storm given human form.

Then, as if sensing your gaze, she turns ever so slightly in your direction, a smirk playing on her lips. That look—it’s for you alone.

The final solo sends the crowd into a frenzy, but as she steps offstage, breathless and radiant, she heads straight to you.

"Enjoyed the show?" she asks, her voice low yet teasing.

You chuckle, arms crossed. "You really know how to set a stage on fire, don’t you?"

Acheron leans in, her fingers still warm from the performance as they brush against yours. "Then it’s only fair you take responsibility for fanning the flames," she murmurs, eyes gleaming.

The concert may be over, but the music between you two? That’s just getting started.